Happiness
you can’t explain
Forever joyous
— hope’s refrain

(The New Room: February, 2025)

The minute I say
what it means to me
It will never mean
something different to you

Words are like highways
they begin and they end
You can get on and get off
where you choose

If I tell you the mile marker
I travel the most
You may miss one
I still haven’t seen

If I break it apart
and then spell it all out
There’s no mileage left
— to wander and dream

(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)

The only thing
that changes
is perspective

The only thing
envisioned
sight unseen

The only thing
that’s lasting
stays redundant

The only thing
that lingers
— is a dream

(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)

Having less
suffering more
Doors were slamming
wolf at the door

Arriving first
finishing last
Spiraling downward
— perdition recast  

(The New Room: February, 2025)

Lost in a ditch
on the highway
of life

A change
came upon him
from darkness to light

That dead end
Apostle
arose and broke free

Remanding
his spirit
— at last unto Thee

(1st Book Of Prayers: February, 2025)

I wrote them
for the wind
not publication

I wrote them
for the now
future be ******

I wrote them
in a sweet
anticipation

I wrote them
to release
— upon the land

(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)

Homeless
enflamed  
in the alleyway
food
their main concern

Love
someone else’s
mystery
hunger’s infliction
— to burn

(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)